Love is not all it is cracked up to be. With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, for some the whole sordid affair is less than attractive. What is often forgotten are those stories that won’t sell flowers or chocolates. This poem is one of those and is based on a true story. Realising how lucky I am, having been with the same person for many years, the sanctity of marriage is not actually a guarantee you’ll end up being treated either fairly or decently.
Every relationship has the possibility of going south really fast. In this case, it took a decade for the truth to be revealed.
This poem’s now been re-edited: the new version can be found here.
Hate
Here you are, attentive:
Yet somewhat sarcastic,
No longer that fantastic.
What we possessed has gone;
Love evaporated,
Relationship outdated.
So overly cheerful
As to become grating
Then slightly nauseating.
Acting like a grown-up:
No need to be twisted
I might yet have persisted…
Were it not for the fact,
You’ve been sleeping with him
My own younger kith and kin.
Grasping one’s not enough,
Wanting to pleasure both?
Abuse of the marriage oath.
Sexuality’s fine,
Not where objection lies
Enjoying both girls and boys.
But you married me, not
My brother, so therefore
High time I showed you the door.
Hate’s a really strong word,
We both feel that from you
Now the truth has been cut to:
No longer so happy,
Bring deceit to a close.
This deception is exposed.
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